Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Monde Et Nuit

stooping as if in preparation for sky dive of in desperation for sipping molotov
with judy denchs stunt treble who was in miami last weekend and i feed her in
the nanny for that atrociously fake looking fall off the horse in shake spear in
love well i know stunt quadruples are accustomed to getting kneed in the proverbials

but i think trebles only tend to get elbowed in the back bottom believe in the
people in a city give them an environment to be creative create a scene dont worry
about money to publish highly sensible information that was previously delivered
to a doorstep in an elongated aquamarine bloat if it aint broke dont break it i

was always saving up for the day i would run away and live the dream i have done
that now and i dont worry about money anymore not furious hi my name is dj give me a
a piece of paper of the least adversarial established system within the orifices of
the small balls final days of society of tarpaulin flower pot imagine how depressed

i would be living in a little dark hole in damp dublin lonely and scrimping on money
i always knew that i wouldnt like being a dj so i never wanted to be one then i just
got offered a job and the feedback was good so my ego snowballed now im easily hurt
people discussed me like a guy whos about to scorch the ceiling of a ballrooms nether

the funeral of someones daughter of someone else and a late someone else descended
into chaotic scenes as someones aunt was escorted out of the service by someones
movie mogul but the surprising thing about all that was not how widespread it was
but how surprised people were before a coat over a bare chest became a huge taboo

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